There were no more thick woods, the road running in a blaze of sunshine past clumps of cedars and wayside tangles of blackberry, sumac, and elder.

Presently, beyond a group of elms, came into sight the goodly college of William and Mary, and, dazzling white against the blue, the spire of Bruton church.
Within a wide pasture pertaining to the college, close to the roadside and under the boughs of a vast poplar, half a score of students were at play.
Their lithe young bodies were dark of hue and were not overburdened with clothing; their countenances remained unmoved, without laughter or grimacing; and no excitement breathed in the voices with which they called one to another.

In deep gravity they tossed a ball, or pitched a quoit, or engaged in wrestling.

A white man, with a singularly pure and gentle face, sat upon the grass at the foot of the tree, and watched the studious efforts of his pupils with an approving smile.
"Wildcats to purr upon the hearth, and Indians to go to school!" quoth MacLean.

"Were you taught here, Hugon, and did you play so sadly ?" The trader, his head held very high, drew out a large and bedizened snuffbox, and took snuff with ostentation.